Desperate to please her, I used my hands to balance myself and began bucking my ass back and forth, stimulating us both. A mixture of Miss Morgans moa...ning and the sensation of the fucking had me horny as hell in a couple of minutes. I attempted to thrust in and out of her as fast as I could, eager to please her. Her moaning increased and she began begging, Dont stop, baby, harder, fuck me, yes, fuck me. I obliged, perspiration dripping down my face. I was close to the point of exhaustion, when. Most of my friends were straight. We were pretty much all "metalheads." I was even the outcast there, also. Half of the time, I would be the only one who wouldn't want to go with them when they went out somewhere. We had also had fights about them telling me to turn my music down. Not exactly that they minded loud music. I just had different musical tastes: I was the only one in the group who listened to Marilyn Manson, 2Pac, and Johnny Cash. I was also the only one who'd ever read anything. The man's eyes grew, and the mystery of Zithrusa grew. She noticed that she received much more respect in her own person, more than what would accrue to her for merely being John's woman, and she wondered a bit, but thought it was because of her new high class manners.In a small town in the middle of nowhere, as she went to acquire necessaries with only Wong along for protection, she was accosted by an insistent drunkard, a soldier of middle rank who took her for a lady of easy virtue. Her high. Cameron laughed. “Hey Courtney. How did Greg break his ribs in ninth grade?”There was an awkward pause as Courtney looked at her feet. “It was a lucky punch, I think,” she said.Cameron and Ben started laughing, and I had to turn away so I didn’t start beating them up right there in the hall. “I can’t believe it,” Ben snorted, “Greg used to get bullied by a grade school girl.”That night I was so mad that I had to work out twice just to clear my head. I just got out of the shower when my mom told.